Pam walked into an office with a label outside that read 'Mephistopheles' in big bold letters in ancient Greek.
The room was immersed in black, each and every corner in powerful features. The walls appeared to be a blend of black and red.
A black wooden table, neatly decored with a dark, red colored sheet, accompanied by a leather black chair, accustomed in the middle, close to the back wall. And next to it, stood a tall, well-built man with his arms secured in a grip behind his back in an intimidating way. His hair, styled carefully with gel. He wore a tight, black suit with a platinum watch to display his prosperous, lonely life.
The Man had his back to Pam. There were several paintings that hung on the walls. All depicting cruel, torturous images, given life by a heartless mind. He seemed to be admiring them.
"My Lord, I have brought four more souls for the harvest. Soon, more will come looking for them." Pam said, after bowing to the Man in respect and with an inkling of fear in her soulless red demonic eyes.
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He turned around, His pitch black eyes fixated coldly on the shapeshifter in front of Him. His handsome features could not hide the age in His eyes.
"Nicely done, Astiri. A few more and our Army will be ready. Let the world know the power of darkness." The Man said, his calculating eyes never faltering.
"All hail darkness." Astiri bowed, delighted that she had pleased Him. She was about to leave when He interrupted.
"However did you have them follow you? I always enjoy the failures of His glorious creation." The Man said in an obvious distaste for the humans and their Creator.
Astiri grinned, her mouth showing razor sharp teeth. She glowed with pride. It was visible that she was more than ready to boast over her miniscule of a victory.
"These humans are a brainless bunch. All they need is a little push and they'll suddenly believe they're Indiana Jones."
"Who's that?" The man asked, clearly not understanding the human reference.
Astiri realized it with her mouth turned into an O," Nevermind. You know humans. Curious little oafs. You spend too much time with them and it affects you as well."
"Then you better be able to hold yourself up because you'll be going to Earth again. Right now as a matter of fact. Different location. More souls. How does Illinois sound?" The Man asked in His deep husky masculine voice.
"Splendid." Astiri replied, as her facial structures morphed and her body frame enlarged. The chilly sounds of bones cracking and skin elongating echoed through the scorching walls, screams of a thousand souls emerging from them.
Her neck snapped into an odd angle and re-located itself suiting it's current physical features. Her attire changed to that of a work outfit. Medium length black skirt and maroon shirt with a black overcoat reaching her slim waist.
Hair changed from black to a dark brown that flowed down double in length in shining Cascades. Eyes turned into a sea-green which will haunt any man who dares to gaze.
Her appearance was now that of a beautiful young woman in her twenties.
The Man nodded in approval.
"A good choice of clothes, Miss..." He thought for a while," Alicia Newman."
Astiri grinned, displaying the glazing set of pearly whites.
The Man rose his hand in the air as if dispersing the newly transformed demon. Astiri bowed and walked out, sliding on a pair of thin rimmed glasses.
'It's not like she's going to miss this.' She thought remembering the unfortunate bunch she had led to their demise.
